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There are only so many sunsets, we can receive into our lives,
it’s a shame really, we can’t reach out and touch them.
Then again, they are able to fill us
with so much light and hope.
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There was no saddle, as he gently nudged the horse forward – his favorite, the black and white, long mane so graceful. He shifted slightly, as he looked up and in one magnificent motion, they lunged – attacking the hill, the horse snorting his approval.
They aimed for the ridge, passing the pine trees and spruce. The smell overcame his leather. Higher and higher they climbed, with the muscles of the horse rippling, straining, hooves digging into the earth and rock.
And then they were at the top, where the large oak was on fire with yellow and red. And the eagle waited patiently in the oak, as he had promised. But it was the hawk that gently landed on his shoulder, that encouraged him the most.
It was then that the poet knew, he was home again.
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Unconditional Love
“The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.”
Elizabeth Kubler Ross
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By avoiding the leftover scars, I often wrote with the hawks
a heart filled with the mountains, eagle’s wings
and Native Americans running strong.
But Thunder Speaking doesn’t
live here now.
Songs of My Love will always lift me
and the oceans call, with a few older people
looking beyond the horizon.
But to be honest I wonder how many more poems
and how many more battles I can still face
without the mountains in my heart
and eagle’s wings unfolding.
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All around her was dying, and her great love, the hydrangea,
had long since gone, but she was determined to not let go of the sun
and the story is told, a legend really, among the flowers
of autumn, how she held on past the first snow
finally drifting off to sleep until
the next spring.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
Kings and presidents have often been shortsighted
especially when they cannot see
beyond themselves.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
Mountain climbers and prophets, can often see
great distances, and so can
faithful men.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
